[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]With her eyes to the ceiling and a needle to her brainShe looks back into the crowd, wipes the blood and then explainsHow she slipped from this existence to the realm of the derangedHer becoming must be halted to reverse what she becameFrom the looseness of her tongue, to the pollution of her aimsTo do nothing is barbaric, the solution is humaneYou must destroy the mind and hopefully retrainYou torture out the wildness, then replace it with the tameBlank slate when she recovers, she won't even know her namePerfect wife and perfect lover, no resistance, no complaintsMy God bless the scientific cure for the insaneKnew that she shouldn't go to school, but she thought that that should change